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Sunday, March 11, 2018

It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented
writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week,
participants sign up HERE
at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or
unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday,
EST. Then we visit each
other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a
solitary writer's heart good.
Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants
do both, can be found HEREThis
week's snippet is from "The Sands of Dhor".Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is following Theusand. He's not a slaver--and he saved Lily, sort of.
He's Dhor'en; they communicate mind to mind.
They've left the section of the ship where he and his Chays (monks) are
quartered, and have arrived at what she thinks might be the helm of the
ship she's on. Her worst nightmare is coming true. She thought she'd gotten away from the slavers, but Dev Areen has just appeared before them and Theusand and the Bulrager are having a tense exchange.

Last week's snippet ended with Dev Areen taunting: "You have no jurisdiction over me or what I do." The excerpt:

Before Theusand could respond, the
Captain was beside him, looking at his feet while his nervous chatter rattled
in her head. “The Bulrager filed a charge. Our team has considered it. We were
legally bound to do so. To confirm we were proceeding in a manner that would
not elicit recriminations from any party involved, we contacted the council on
Dhor.

“In further evidence, Dev Areen’s
superiors presented clarification of the transport contract his seniors
signed with us. The imprisoned Bulrager spoke the truth. This contract is
worded differently. We had to let him out of lockup. He is free to
move on his own deck, among his people and his property.”

That's it. All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and for reading!

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Hello, all, and welcome to March--the time of racing winds--and boy oh boy have we had those since Thursday night.

It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented
writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week,
participants sign up HERE
at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or
unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday,
EST. Then we visit each
other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a
solitary writer's heart good.
Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants
do both, can be found HEREThis
week's snippet is from "The Sands of Dhor".Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is following Theusand. He's not a slaver--and he saved Lily, sort of.
He's Dhor'en; they communicate mind to mind.
They've left the section of the ship where he and his Chays (monks) are
quartered, and have arrived at what she thinks might be the helm of the
ship she's on. Her worst nightmare is coming true. Dev Areen has just appeared before her.

She thought she'd gotten away from the slavers...

Last week's snippet ended with: " He stood tall, threw
back his shoulders and stuck out his chest, striking his terrifyingly familiar
pose.The rooster."The excerpt:

He sneered at her then rested his gaze
on the shadow of the Sand’s face. “You still have my slave.”

Theusand's expressionless response was silence, but it screamed louder than angry words could have. Cold filtered into her mind and it had to be coming from him.

Dev Areen crowed, “She is my property. You’ve not shown
proof that she is as you say, of the I-tellekt.”

Theusand slid back his hood and locked
eyes with the Bulrager.

There was no mistaking blue-black's intent when he taunted, “Stare, if you will, oh
fearsome Dhor. But do consider first, the number of witnesses here who are bound by law to testify on
my behalf should you harm me. You have no jurisdiction over me or what I do.”

Well, this is all going sideways in a hurry.

That's it. All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and for reading!

Sunday, February 25, 2018

It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented
writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week,
participants sign up HERE
at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or
unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday,
EST. Then we visit each
other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a
solitary writer's heart good.
Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants
do both, can be found HEREThis
week's snippet is from "The Sands of Dhor".Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is following Theusand. He's not a slaver--and he saved Lily, sort of.
He's Dhor'en; they communicate mind to mind.
They've left the section of the ship where he and his Chays (monks) are
quartered, and have arrived at what she thinks might be the helm of the
ship she's on.

She thought she'd gotten away from the slavers... The excerpt:

"Her voice went silent and that had
nothing to do with Theusand. In front of her, a Bulrager stood with his back to
them. There was no mistaking the wasp waist and the blue-black armor, not the browns
and beiges of low-status, alien kidnappers. Her legs started to tremble.

Theusand’s words whispered in her mind,
or to her ears; she was oblivious to where they fell. He coaxed, “Lily, do you
not yet know I have sufficient power to stop any ill dealings he might
attempt?”

The Bulrager turned. Dev Areen.

He stood tall, threw
back his shoulders and stuck out his chest, striking his terrifyingly familiar
pose.The rooster."

That's it. All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and for reading!

Sunday, February 4, 2018

It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented
writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week,
participants sign up HERE
at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or
unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday,
EST. (We check signups to remove links when we don't find a wewriwa
post--to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please
have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA). Then we visit each
other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a
solitary writer's heart good. This
week's snippet is from a scifi short story working title: "Sporulators". Captain Eastwold--the pilot who flew Lars on this recon trip speaks first. The agronomist, Lars, who is the fare, speaks second. Some character building going on right now early in the story.

Here we go...

"But since you and your parent employer, DESA, stuck
the poster child of agricultural projects out in this lonely corner of the stars, it
might be a good time to remind you that space has pretty much incalculable
risks.”

Lars smiled at him—a stiff, professional smile. “Incalculable? Really, Eastwold? The
best. We sent the very best. The best equipment, the best supplies, the best
people.People with microscopes and
analytical labs set up on each square kilometer of ground.DESA didn’t treat this like voodoo or magic.
It was science that went to Greenleyone--science wielded by intelligent men.”

”

What works and what doesn't? I'm
grateful for every bit of feedback you share.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented
writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week,
participants sign up HERE
at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or
unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday,
EST. (We check signups to remove links when we don't find a wewriwa
post--to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please
have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA). Then we visit each
other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a
solitary writer's heart good. This
week's snippet is from a scifi short story working title: "Sporulators". Luke Eastwold, the pilot, speaks first here, talking to Lars, the agronomist.

Here we go...

“What do you think? With the far-rings settlements given up
on thirty years ago, ships passing close enough to catch comm signals have been
scarce. Still, don’t you think they’d have a loop transmitting? I don’t think
anyone’s home. ”

Lars furrowed his brow. “Minimal communication has been
the expected, and that causes little concern for the Department of Ethical and
Sustainable Agriculture...”

Luke cut him off. “Minimal? That, I could understand, but according to my flight
contract with DESA, communication has been nonexistent.”

“We’re sure there’s a good reason for it.”

What works and what doesn't? I'm
grateful for every bit of feedback you share.